It may take me a while, but I usually figure things out. Either I hadn’t gone in the bathroom all night, or I missed the shower door when I did. I saw dirty paw prints on the shower floor. It didn’t really bother me when the dog got in there, but she was licking up water that was full of shampoo and soap residue. Yuck! It became a rule a while back. Lion gets spanked if he leaves it open.

The weird thing is, he wrote about spanking yesterday. I think he jinxed himself. He’s been very good about following all his rules. Once he slips with one, he usually follows up with slips of the other rules. I suspect the coffee pot will be the next.

When I told him about the footprints in the shower, he said he didn’t want a spanking. Not now. I don’t know why not now. He wasn’t going to get it at that point anyway. Will he be ready for it later? I know he doesn’t ever really want to be spanked. He likes thinking about it, but when one is imminent, it’s not so much fun. He said he’s worried about my hand. I have two. If the sprained one hurts, I can use the other one. I usually trade back and forth anyway. The worst that can happen is I have to cut the punishment short. On no! Not that. Anything but that. (mock horror) Actually, the worst that can happen is that I have to stop tonight but manage to press on tomorrow. I think I’ll be fine tonight.

Lion decided to make chicken parmesan last night. Since he can’t see very well, I have to help. However, he needs things done how he needs things done. He can only do one thing at a time. Apparently, I can do multiple things at a time. And I guess I turn into an idiot when we cook. He asked for a baking pan. I pulled out a Pyrex baking pan. Nope. Not the right one. So I pulled out a cake pan. No, no, no. Not the right one either. Don’t I remember we use one of the other little pans? Um, it’s been years since we made chicken parm. And, by the way, the baking pan he was looking for was a small cookie sheet. His voice was raised because I couldn’t figure out what pan he wanted, but he wasn’t using the right words.

Yup. His punishment will also be for his raised voice. I may be slow (see the first sentence), but I’m not stupid.

Mrs. Lion wrote about the state of my sexual interest yesterday (” Lion is Not in Sex Mode“). I’m not sure from minute to minute how my libido is doing. Part of my problem is that I’m taking antihistamines for my hayfever. I can’t prove it, but the Allegra I take seems to reduce my interest. There is anecdotal evidence that antihistamines cause sexual dysfunction in men.  I’ll cut back and see if there is a change. Otherwise, lion dysfunction is caused by writing fiction. That’s a price I have to pay.

My orgasm clock is at 18 days. The spanking shot clock is at 16. That’s a little more troubling to me. Mrs. Lion is happy to wait as long as I want to give me an orgasm. Spanking is another matter. If I don’t earn one, she will administer a “just because” spanking. When the shot clock goes past two weeks, a spanking can happen at any time.

Mrs. Lion has a sore wrist. That could affect her ability to paddle me. She doesn’t have an assistant to take over for her. My bottom could be safe for quite a while until she heals. I’m sure she’ll find another way to handle “just because” if spanking is temporarily unavailable to her. She’s very creative.

I’m excited that Mrs. Lion plans vaginal sex for us. I really miss it. Maybe it can become part of our sexual diet.

The other night, I sprained my hand. It doesn’t hurt constantly. I can still use it. However, it will protest vociferously if I happen to move it the wrong way. I’ve almost dropped things because of it. Lion wants me to go to the doctor. It’s a sprain. What can they do? Even if it’s wrapped, which I could do, I could still move it the wrong way. The doctor’s answer would probably be not to move it the wrong way. Ya think?

When Lion was done writing for the day, he sent me the first part of his book. After work, I started reading it. Before I knew it, it was 6:30. Wow. I was reading for an hour and a half. It didn’t seem like it. That’s good. I was engrossed. I want to read more. I just couldn’t do it last night because we needed to eat dinner.

Lion was tired. I was tired. We didn’t eat until 8. My hand was a dull ache at that point with random sharp pain depending on how I moved. Needless to say, we didn’t do anything sexual. I don’t know if Lion was looking for anything or not. He hasn’t been. He’s been in writing mode and that’s not conducive to sex. Of course, he could be horny at any given moment. He would need to tell me if there’s a change. I can’t read his mind. Maybe he could give me the Lion weather report.

Whenever he is ready for love, it will take a bit to get him to the point that I can go Lion riding. I want him horny and super hard for that. The point is to give him an orgasm during Lion riding. I assume he won’t be super hard the minute he’s ready for action. I’m not rushing him. I want him to enjoy his first vaginal sex in years. [Lion — 4.5 years to be exact.]

More men read this blog than women. More women read/buy books than men. The obvious inference is that women read more than men except when it comes to certain male-centric subjects like male chastity and domestic discipline. It’s ironic that the men who like to read about these subjects want to believe that women get the most pleasure from these practices.

Based on the sort of sexual reading that women like best (as determined by book sales), romance novels are the clear winners. These stories feed rich, plot-based fantasies of handsome men capturing and rescuing women. The sex is steamy, if not explicit. The prose says little about the male side of things other than their ability to produce erections. The men are wild and untamed.

There is a giant difference between the stuff you find here and in other writing about male orgasm control and domestic discipline. If you analyze the writing, you’ll find that it is transactional. The males give up control voluntarily. The women are given power by the men.

Consider that for a moment. The women don’t take control by virtue of mental or physical domination. The men ask them to take it. You could argue that active consent is required in the real world. Agreed. But even in fantasy, the males always give consent and then lose the ability to revoke it.

There are some similarities between romance novels and male chastity/domestic discipline writing. In both, the submissive person loses physical control. The heroine is tied to the railroad tracks. The disciplined husband is strapped to the spanking bench. The chaste male is locked into a male chastity device. Loss of physical control is very hot. The big difference is that in the female fantasies, she escapes the bondage and then surrenders to a male. Sexual surrender after stress is a big plot point.

Our male version is about capture and then happy surrender to captivity. We get off by continued restraint, spanking, and delayed orgasms. It’s this difference that might cause misunderstandings between the sexes. Everyone sees things through the filter of his experiences and desires. When it comes to a kink like ours, the male and female filters are very different.

Take domestic discipline. Mrs. Lion and I have been practicing it for years. I’m sure that her view of what we do is different from mine. I see Mrs. Lion having the authority to punish me as needed. It’s a sort of maternal authority. I don’t see her as my mom. She’s my partner. But, she has the power to punish me as needed. I think that she sees it very differently. Based on what she’s written, I think that she views DD as a sort of game. She makes rules. If she can catch me breaking any, she punishes me.

That doesn’t mean that she views it as just a game. She acknowledges that DD has taught me valuable lessons. The same dichotomy exists with male chastity. On my side,I see it as surrender of my ability to get off when I want. I’ve been trained not to masturbate. I have to wait for Mrs. Lion to decide when I can ejaculate. She does it for two reasons. The first is that she was genuinely offended when she learned that I jerked off. The second is that she knows it’s fun for me when she makes me wait.

There is no reason for both of us to see things the same way. Whether I consider domestic discipline maternal authority or a game, I still get spanked when I break a rule. Mrs. Lion doesn’t have to feel any sense of authority. She makes rules and spanks me when I break one of them. It’s that simple. She likes catching me. I learn to do what I’m told. It’s a win-win.

My point is that men and women will never share the same fantasies. When it comes to domestic discipline or male chastity, it doesn’t matter how we differ on how we view it. All that matters is that we agree on the rules of the games and follow them.